I just came across this absolute gem, and felt it needed sharing to the ends of the earth and back :) Utterly beautiful, and completely sums up a lot of things for me right now. I’ll be writing some stuff of my own at some point soon, though probably a bit drier than this! Until then…

Portraits of a Ghost

For her, falling in love
Was just what it sounded like,
A clumsy mishap;
She stepped in a fresh,
Warm pile and tried
To scrape it off
The bottoms of her shoes,
But that’s always
Easier said than done.
Now, she tracks it along
Wherever she goes,
Leaving little footprints
On sidewalks and
In her friend’s apartments.
Sorry,” she says,
“I’ll clean that up.”
But it’s too late.
They all swap glances,
And no one says a thing,
But everyone knows
You don’t just
Wash love off the floor
With lemon water.

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